Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
ABC,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.